How did you like my first chappie? I am sorry for the mistakes. I cannot use the spell check on my computer on Fanfiction. But mabye I can get a beta to help me correct grammar. And my family computer has spell check on it. Any how, second chapter, Here! Thank you or my first reviewers for my first story. And please review, or Piper will charm speak you to do it.

- SAVE THE NARGLES

The news reporter was talking about President Obama's surprise trip to Afghanistan (Happened 5/1), but no one was listening at the home of Tristan McLean. They were still in shock of the previous subject. But Tristan knew that the day must go on. But he needed that moment of silence to get the basic idea of what happened.

Piper is not at her school. She is in Rome. That is why he cannot contact the director. She had run off with other juvinle delinquints like her. But what did the message mean? Why did she have a knife? Has she killed people? He finally got enough thoughts to complete the idea and to figure out what to do.

"Call the camp director. Ask him how and when Piper left. Ask who her companions are, and how to get her back." Tristan ordered Mellie.

"Sure thing. Then we could get to you to the meeting with Gavin Hood." Mellie answered cheerfully. (I think that he could be a character, not sure which, in the Ender's Game movie. I am reading the book right now. The movie comes out around November 2013.)

"Thank you. And Gleeson, can you get the car ready?" Tristan asked Gleeson more calmly.

"Yes." Gleeson stated, and left in a hurry, along with Mellie. Tristan, alone in the room, felt more alone than ever. He had no lover, whom he loved back, and his only daughter is now in Rome, thousands of miles away. He knew that Mellie and Gleeson cared for him. They understood what it was like to be separated, like a precious picture among magazine clippings. They were different. Piper was different. He was different. He wanted to be a regular person, like that Cherokee boy who lived in Oklahoma, not the movie star who was The King of Sparta. Or he wanted to have more people like him. Piper, Mellie and Gleeson were different, but they knew something. They seemed wiser than their years. He just knew what he knew.

He realized he needed to go to the bathroom. He walked down the hall to the bathroom. He heard Mellie's voice. She must of contacted the camp director. He continued walking. He went past the office, standing for a moment.

"-that Piper might never get out of Rome. A lot of her power is there, and if she dies, how will I explain it?" Mellie asked worriedly.

Tristan stopped. He did not need to go to the bathroom anymore. He needed to hear that call. He pressed his ear to the door. He knew that Gleeson will be coming back soon, and that Mellie will end her phone call soon. But they knew something. They knew.

"I know that there a great chance that she won't come back alive. Both camps themselves are on the brink of destruction. The children are their only hope." An older man said grimly, Tristan recognized him as Mr. Brunner.

"I know. Piper is one of the seven of the prophecy. The only prophecy that both groups have. One from the Oracle of Delphi and the same one from the Sibylline Books. She is someone who will be a great hero, even when few who are of her same parentage are like her." Mellie answered.

"I know, she already is. But the fate of the world as we know it is being carried by her and the others. It will only be a matter of time before they succeed or fail. If they fail, you, I, Gleeson and the race of humanity, including Mr. McLean, all of us,what is called myth, are fated to die within a matter of hours." (Gee, Chiron. Just cheery. Mope much?)

"Any way, what am I going to say to Tristan? It's not like I can tell him the truth. The truth almost killed him. It is why he can't remember the week of the winter solstice. He is lucky to have us, or he would be lost."

"Just tell him that Piper left a week ago and besides what happened in Rome, we have only had contact with her in San Fransico. It is the truth. We are just covering up the danger. If he does not belive it, you can use the Mist."

"Thank you, Chiron. Have a nice day." Mellie said and he heard a swishing noise. Tristan backed away from the door and went into the bathroom. He heard Mellie walk out of the office and into the sitting room. He cracked the door open. Mellie had a look of distress on, Tristan did know why. She was worried about Piper, but from what he heard there was a great chance that Piper was going to die soon. By the tone of their voices, she might be dead. Or starving. Or in police custody outside of Rome. He took a deep breathe. He flushed the toliet, and he walked out of the bathroom.

Mellie was working on her iPad, typing somehing down. She looked up from her work, conserned. He heard her ask though the fog of his thoughts,

"Are you ok? I can cancel all of your plans today. It is a lot to take in."

What did she say? Oh, yeah, to cancel his plans. It seeemed like a good idea.

"Yes, that would be nice." He answered.

"Okey-dokey." Mellie exclaimed. "If you want to know, I got contact with the director. I got more information on Piper, but you probably want to hear it later."

Tristan nodded and walked upstairs into the top floor. He walked past Mellie's and Gleeson's rooms, and the guest rooms. He passed Piper's room, the door was open, the cool wind coming out of the window. He was planning on going to his bedroom, but the room was beckoning to him. He stepped ino the room, his curiosity getting to the best of him.

The room had purple walls and a bay window, with a vanity, closet, bookself and a bed. He remembered one time she climbed out that window nad onto the roof, and he was scared to death hat she might fall. She turned out fine, but he never liked when she went out there. He focused on the room's items.

The bed's black covers were folded neatly, from her last visit a month ago. Bad habits she gained from her cabin mates, she had said. Just last month. It seemed like last month was ten years ago. He continued looking around. The bookshelf had books filling it to the brim. The closet was nearly empty, for most of the few clothes she had were at her boarding school.

The lamp that was off was on the vanity, which had most of her stuff on it. There was a couple more books, a stack of movies, some papers, pens and... a silver key. Tristan never noticed it before. Well, he has not been in her room much. He held the silver key, and he saw a box that had the same keyhole in the closet. He pulled the box out and placed the key in. It fitted.

Tristan pulled the box open. There were some more books that had covers made with metal and leather, a miniture dragon that had a windup key in it, a photo book and a letter written in a foreign language. He was too tired to look at everything so he took the box to his room and put it under his bed. He fell onto the bed and before he drifted off, he saw a pair of caring kaleidoscope eyes staring at him.

Done! Now I will write the third one. So, read, review, add to favs list, pm me for suggestions. Flames are accepted for making the story better, but all flames belong to Leo, and he will protect me. See ya later, peeps!

-SAVE THE NARGLES